A Private Discussion
Aug 18, 2019 14:48:41 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Aug 18, 2019 14:48:41 GMT -6
Ever since the discussion with Siobhan after Pratt left, Lorccan has been bugged. He tried to push it aside and focus on making the mirrors but after having them blow up, knocking him flat on his ass, plus several older students telling him he's nuts to keep trying to make them, Lorccan has given up on creating them himself. Which means he only had two choices. Talk to Professor Woodrick or talk to his family. Lorccan saw no point asking his dad for help, the man would refuse on principal. Or expect him to prove he can get grades as good as Siobhan by Christmas before he could get the mirrors. Lorccan didn't want to wait that long. So instead he wrote to his uncle. Uncle by marriage but he was a wizard and pretty good.
The letter was already sent but Lorccan didn't know if his Uncle could have the mirrors ready by the weekend. Now that the subject of the mirror was out of mind for the time being, Lorccan once again worried about his sister and her worries she will be forced to choose between him and Pratt. Lorccan didn't want to lose Siobhan but Pratt was such a pain in the ass at times. Lorccan just didn't know how to deal with him.
He was going to have to talk to the guy, try to get Pratt to ease off trying to make fun of him. Lorccan didn't like it and every time he made some lame ass joke or implied he was doing things he shouldn't be with his sister, Lorccan just wanted to punch his face in. Maybe if he could show Pratt how it would be like for him to be on the receiving end, he'll lay off. Lorccan may find the guy easier to deal with if he directed his jokes and teasing to somebody other than him.
Almost like thinking about Pratt summoned the other wizard, Lorccan spotted him ducking into the bathroom. Thinking that would be a good place to talk to him alone, Lorccan followed him into the washroom.
"Pratt, once you're done what you came in here to do, I would like to have a few words..." Lorccan addressed him, glad to see nobody else was currently in the bathroom.
"Woah, I had a dream kind of like this," he mused, watching his nearly clear stream pound the urinal cake. "Except it was starring the other, prettier O'Brien."
After a couple of shakes and the sound of a zipper, Pratt moved to the sink. There, he began washing his hands. "What is it, Lorccan?" he asked, glancing back over his shoulder briefly. "If you've come to ask me to break up with Siobhan, the answer is 'no'."
"No..not what I wanted to ask." Lorccan walked over to an adjacent sink and leaned against it, looking at Pratt as he washed up. "Siobhan likes you...only reason I am not making a fuss about you two dating. But it's not you and her I wanted to talk about, it's more, you and I."
"We both care for Shi, she's my kid sister and we are very close. You like her cause she's pretty and smart and finds you funny. I expect you have other reasons but those three are my guess. Thing is, it hurts her when we don't get along so for her sake I decided to see if we can find some sort of common ground, so we aren't taking shots at each other. "
"Sooo.. What? You wanna share feelings and hug? Drag race? Have a skiing competition?" to start, his eyebrows were furrowed, but ticked up a little more with each suggestion. "Duke it out to get it out of our systems? Oh please tell me you want to have a dance competition - no, better, a dance brawl."
His cheshire grin quickly turned into a faux-serious pucker. With his wet hands, he slicked his hair back and snapped his fingers rhythmically as he danced in a semicircle in front of the younger boy.
"Shit, Lorccan," he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I like picking on you, just like I like picking on Siobhan. Well, not just like, but like I pick on my friends. If you'd try being my friend, you'd realize I don't mean nothin' by it."
"Most people don't like being picked on." Lorccan watched the older boy dancing about like Michael Jackson in 'Bad'. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. Maybe he should just punch him out.
"Only person I have seen you around lately is Siobhan..maybe your other friends don't like you picking on them as much as you think?" Lorccan shrugged. He didn't keep that much tabs on Pratt, but every time he saw him lately he was with his sister. "Thing is...what really gets me going..is when you tease or imply you aren't decent with Siobhan...and making fun you are with her more than ever cause you're in that Lighthouse."
"I don't even want to think you two have kissed on the lips...much less done anything with your tongue..." Lorccan shivered at the thought. Something about French Kissing grossed him out. "She's a good Irish Catholic girl, holding hands is all she should be doing...and that would be all a good Catholic boy would expect a girl to do. Not the case, I know, seen more than enough kids making out in the halls and behind the trees to know what goes on. I just don't want to hear or see you and my sister doing anything like that...or either of you joking about it, even if it's purely joking just to annoy me. I mean, I expect you would be pretty pissed of you heard of somebody wanting or implying they've been necking with Iris."
Pratt shrugged minutely. He supposed Lorccan wasn't a fan of Westside Story.
"Not like I'm purposely being a dick. Not my fault you take it that way," he grimaced. "It's not entirely my choice that I'm around Siobhan so much - it's hers. Not my choice to be a freakin' firefly, either. And I don't rub it in your face. Again, that's just the way you take what I say. The other day, the things I said... I don't like being told what to do, I don't like being threatened. Especially not by a little wart like you. You pissed me off because I was just trying to kid around and you threatened me. You know your sister is a good girl. And strong-willed. Have a little more faith in her, will ya? And you know nothing about me. You might think you do, but you don't. I come from a predominantly Catholic family, too. And I'm not the kind of guy that would force a girl to do things she thinks are inappropriate."
This was probably the most he'd ever talked to Lorccan, he realized. Of course, he wouldn't mention that he'd done things with his tongue, nor that it was Siobhan's idea. Someone else entered the bathroom and he shut up until he and his girl's brother were alone again.
"Iris is a little girl, that's not the same," Phrixos' nostrils flared. "When she's around my age, I completely expect her to mess around a little. I'm not an idiot. But I expect her to do it behind closed doors and to know how far is too far. Not under a tree near a walkway like Bratrick."
Was he overreacting? Lorccan considered the possibility. Having his sister kidnapped was making him eve more protective of her than ever to the point she told him to stop stalking her.
He waited for the student to leave the bathroom before he turned his attention to Prat. "You're right, I don't know you...didn't like you when you were all high strung and being the perfect rich kid...then you went all 180 and joined the Stooges...now..you are dating my sister and the Lighthouse made you both Keepers... Then my sister ended up kidnapped and the Lighthouse saved her...I hated that tower for making Siobhan a Keeper and not me...but I can't hate it for protecting her when nobody else here managed to do so."
"And yeah Iris's just a kid..."
Lorccan didn't like thinking his sister is messing around behind closed doors any more than he would like to see her be kissed by a boy in public. "Pratt, I want my sister to be safe...to be good...to not be tempted by older guys she finds cute and she likes. She's smart and strong willed..but she's a girl..they get all emotional and stop thinking...my dad probably kill me for not punching your lights out for even wanting to kiss her."
"If I could, I'd switch places with you," Pratt shrugged. "Being a keeper ain't all it's cracked up to be. And you've still got a few more years here. Maybe it'll pick you another year."
Pratt leaned back against one of the sinks and sighed. "She's very smart. And kind and talented and beautiful. With a temper like white flame and a glare like Medusa," he shivered as a cold chill ran up his spine. "Don't worry, Lorccan. I'm not going to do anything to hurt her or her reputation. I... care about her too much to do that."
Then, just like that, his serious and contemplative expression was gone and his goofy grin was back.
"You can punch me if you want. Just not the face, it's my meal ticket," he smirked.
Lorccan had to admit this talk certainly proved they could talk civilly and not be trading nasty words or teasing each other. Maybe he could work out some sort of friendship with Pratt...if not for his sake then definitely for Siobhan's sake. He pushed off from the sink and looked Pratt over.
"One thing we definitely agree on is what a wonderful person Siobhan is. I have to trust you will respect her and never hurt her nor do anything to hurt her reputation."
When Pratt's goofy grin came back on and he said he could punch him if he liked, except in the face Lorccan smirked. "You sure? A nice big shiner is bound to get Soobhan fussing over you."
Pratt laughed. "Yes, yes it would. But she fusses over me enough," he shook his head, smiling. "Kind of frightening at times when I do something stupid and she yells at me for it."
The letter was already sent but Lorccan didn't know if his Uncle could have the mirrors ready by the weekend. Now that the subject of the mirror was out of mind for the time being, Lorccan once again worried about his sister and her worries she will be forced to choose between him and Pratt. Lorccan didn't want to lose Siobhan but Pratt was such a pain in the ass at times. Lorccan just didn't know how to deal with him.
He was going to have to talk to the guy, try to get Pratt to ease off trying to make fun of him. Lorccan didn't like it and every time he made some lame ass joke or implied he was doing things he shouldn't be with his sister, Lorccan just wanted to punch his face in. Maybe if he could show Pratt how it would be like for him to be on the receiving end, he'll lay off. Lorccan may find the guy easier to deal with if he directed his jokes and teasing to somebody other than him.
Almost like thinking about Pratt summoned the other wizard, Lorccan spotted him ducking into the bathroom. Thinking that would be a good place to talk to him alone, Lorccan followed him into the washroom.
"Pratt, once you're done what you came in here to do, I would like to have a few words..." Lorccan addressed him, glad to see nobody else was currently in the bathroom.
"Woah, I had a dream kind of like this," he mused, watching his nearly clear stream pound the urinal cake. "Except it was starring the other, prettier O'Brien."
After a couple of shakes and the sound of a zipper, Pratt moved to the sink. There, he began washing his hands. "What is it, Lorccan?" he asked, glancing back over his shoulder briefly. "If you've come to ask me to break up with Siobhan, the answer is 'no'."
"No..not what I wanted to ask." Lorccan walked over to an adjacent sink and leaned against it, looking at Pratt as he washed up. "Siobhan likes you...only reason I am not making a fuss about you two dating. But it's not you and her I wanted to talk about, it's more, you and I."
"We both care for Shi, she's my kid sister and we are very close. You like her cause she's pretty and smart and finds you funny. I expect you have other reasons but those three are my guess. Thing is, it hurts her when we don't get along so for her sake I decided to see if we can find some sort of common ground, so we aren't taking shots at each other. "
"Sooo.. What? You wanna share feelings and hug? Drag race? Have a skiing competition?" to start, his eyebrows were furrowed, but ticked up a little more with each suggestion. "Duke it out to get it out of our systems? Oh please tell me you want to have a dance competition - no, better, a dance brawl."
His cheshire grin quickly turned into a faux-serious pucker. With his wet hands, he slicked his hair back and snapped his fingers rhythmically as he danced in a semicircle in front of the younger boy.
"Shit, Lorccan," he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I like picking on you, just like I like picking on Siobhan. Well, not just like, but like I pick on my friends. If you'd try being my friend, you'd realize I don't mean nothin' by it."
"Most people don't like being picked on." Lorccan watched the older boy dancing about like Michael Jackson in 'Bad'. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. Maybe he should just punch him out.
"Only person I have seen you around lately is Siobhan..maybe your other friends don't like you picking on them as much as you think?" Lorccan shrugged. He didn't keep that much tabs on Pratt, but every time he saw him lately he was with his sister. "Thing is...what really gets me going..is when you tease or imply you aren't decent with Siobhan...and making fun you are with her more than ever cause you're in that Lighthouse."
"I don't even want to think you two have kissed on the lips...much less done anything with your tongue..." Lorccan shivered at the thought. Something about French Kissing grossed him out. "She's a good Irish Catholic girl, holding hands is all she should be doing...and that would be all a good Catholic boy would expect a girl to do. Not the case, I know, seen more than enough kids making out in the halls and behind the trees to know what goes on. I just don't want to hear or see you and my sister doing anything like that...or either of you joking about it, even if it's purely joking just to annoy me. I mean, I expect you would be pretty pissed of you heard of somebody wanting or implying they've been necking with Iris."
Pratt shrugged minutely. He supposed Lorccan wasn't a fan of Westside Story.
"Not like I'm purposely being a dick. Not my fault you take it that way," he grimaced. "It's not entirely my choice that I'm around Siobhan so much - it's hers. Not my choice to be a freakin' firefly, either. And I don't rub it in your face. Again, that's just the way you take what I say. The other day, the things I said... I don't like being told what to do, I don't like being threatened. Especially not by a little wart like you. You pissed me off because I was just trying to kid around and you threatened me. You know your sister is a good girl. And strong-willed. Have a little more faith in her, will ya? And you know nothing about me. You might think you do, but you don't. I come from a predominantly Catholic family, too. And I'm not the kind of guy that would force a girl to do things she thinks are inappropriate."
This was probably the most he'd ever talked to Lorccan, he realized. Of course, he wouldn't mention that he'd done things with his tongue, nor that it was Siobhan's idea. Someone else entered the bathroom and he shut up until he and his girl's brother were alone again.
"Iris is a little girl, that's not the same," Phrixos' nostrils flared. "When she's around my age, I completely expect her to mess around a little. I'm not an idiot. But I expect her to do it behind closed doors and to know how far is too far. Not under a tree near a walkway like Bratrick."
Was he overreacting? Lorccan considered the possibility. Having his sister kidnapped was making him eve more protective of her than ever to the point she told him to stop stalking her.
He waited for the student to leave the bathroom before he turned his attention to Prat. "You're right, I don't know you...didn't like you when you were all high strung and being the perfect rich kid...then you went all 180 and joined the Stooges...now..you are dating my sister and the Lighthouse made you both Keepers... Then my sister ended up kidnapped and the Lighthouse saved her...I hated that tower for making Siobhan a Keeper and not me...but I can't hate it for protecting her when nobody else here managed to do so."
"And yeah Iris's just a kid..."
Lorccan didn't like thinking his sister is messing around behind closed doors any more than he would like to see her be kissed by a boy in public. "Pratt, I want my sister to be safe...to be good...to not be tempted by older guys she finds cute and she likes. She's smart and strong willed..but she's a girl..they get all emotional and stop thinking...my dad probably kill me for not punching your lights out for even wanting to kiss her."
"If I could, I'd switch places with you," Pratt shrugged. "Being a keeper ain't all it's cracked up to be. And you've still got a few more years here. Maybe it'll pick you another year."
Pratt leaned back against one of the sinks and sighed. "She's very smart. And kind and talented and beautiful. With a temper like white flame and a glare like Medusa," he shivered as a cold chill ran up his spine. "Don't worry, Lorccan. I'm not going to do anything to hurt her or her reputation. I... care about her too much to do that."
Then, just like that, his serious and contemplative expression was gone and his goofy grin was back.
"You can punch me if you want. Just not the face, it's my meal ticket," he smirked.
Lorccan had to admit this talk certainly proved they could talk civilly and not be trading nasty words or teasing each other. Maybe he could work out some sort of friendship with Pratt...if not for his sake then definitely for Siobhan's sake. He pushed off from the sink and looked Pratt over.
"One thing we definitely agree on is what a wonderful person Siobhan is. I have to trust you will respect her and never hurt her nor do anything to hurt her reputation."
When Pratt's goofy grin came back on and he said he could punch him if he liked, except in the face Lorccan smirked. "You sure? A nice big shiner is bound to get Soobhan fussing over you."
Pratt laughed. "Yes, yes it would. But she fusses over me enough," he shook his head, smiling. "Kind of frightening at times when I do something stupid and she yells at me for it."
